Cinnamon Sugar - Ineadhyn - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Chapter 1: Elevator encounter

Chapter Text

He really needed to get the CEO of Styg.ia Corp on his side. The company was far too influential, but if he managed to make a deal the tables could turn… If only it were possible to convince that obstinate woman that he was exactly what she needed. Raphael would work on her over lunch, but he didn’t have much time today. He needed to be back in the office at 2 pm. The never ending stream of emails started to pile up in his mailbox and a bit later in the afternoon there were two more meetings.

Raphael pulled his phone out of his suit pocket, opened the calendar app and checked his appointments for business week 37. Without looking up he crossed the corridor just in time to step into the elevator.

He was so busy looking at the colored boxes, each of them another meeting or appointment, it took him a moment to notice that he was not alone in there.

Raphael looked up, back down, opened his notes app, forgot what he wanted to write, and up again.

The man that rode the elevator with him shouldn’t be there. He looked ridiculously out of place.

He was tall and a good bit younger than Raphael, presumably in his late twenties. He had a lean, muscular body, his abs well defined under the light skin, but still natural looking.

The reason why Raphael was able to see all of that so clearly was because the guy wore some very indecent clothes. It started with a cropped mesh top that displayed the mentioned abs, went on to a black hoodie - worn over the head but not the arms or shoulders for some reason - and concluded with loose-cut black pants that featured a lot of straps and buckles and sat so low it showed the waistband of his boxers.

Raphael forced his eyes back on his phone, away from the elegant curves of his hip bones and the studded belt, but a few seconds later he looked up again and found him watching him with a grin.

“Like what you see?”

Both the smile and the question were far too self assured for Raphael’s taste. He scrunched his nose. “I don’t think you belong here, boy.”

What is a punk like you doing in my company’s headquarters?

“Don’t worry, old man. I don’t plan on spending more time in your holy halls than necessary. I had an appointment.”

With one of the recruiters, Raphael guessed. Sometimes the strangest people managed to get an interview - of course only to be discarded at first glance.

Raphael nodded and whilst the guy looked on his own phone he took the opportunity to investigate him further.

His clothing choices were questionable and his jewelry only added to that. Metal chains around his arms and neck, he sported an assortment of piercings on his face and ears and it looked like the pink tongue that snuck out of his mouth whilst he played on his phone was split.

How would it possibly feel to kiss with a tongue like that? Or when he was down on his knees, licking along his -

Raphael shifted.

Now the guy started to take some ridiculously posed selfies and Raphael looked at himself in the elevator’s mirror. His gray suit was custom-made, the light brown shoes had cost more than most people’s monthly income, his tie was a warming spot of maroon to the ensemble, balancing out the otherwise neutral colors. The only jewelry he wore was a wristband with some beads that clinked lightly when he moved. His hair was neatly combed back, not a single strand fell out of place. He looked perfect as always.

Looking into the mirror Raphael suddenly noticed he was able to peek into the guy’s phone. Curious, Raphael risked a look, regretting it immediately.

He looked at an Onlyfans account. And not any account. It was the guy’s own.

Raphael only got a glimpse, but it was enough to send a flush of heat down both into his cheeks and his loins.

He left the elevator at the next stop, but it was too late. The account’s name might have been mirrored, but it had already imprinted in his mind.

Back in his office after an unsuccessful lunch meeting, Raphael stared at his pc, failing to focus on his screen. Something else demanded his attention.

Really? A punk in the elevator? That's what gets you hard?

Raphael supposed it was mostly due to the fact that he hadn’t had any sexual interaction for quite a while. Thinking about it now, it has actually been a few years. Being CEO of a big company had him busy contemplating the minutia of corporate office politics, leaving no time for intimacy - even if there would have been someone that sparked his interest. Also, in this environment it was unwise to pursue anything else than a modest marriage. He probably was just pent up.

Raphael opened his emails determined to get his head back into working space, but found himself suddenly staring at an Onlyfans account.

The only thing separating Raphael from the guy in the elevator was a paywall.

He got up and locked the door. Then he sat back down, looking at “sweetincubus69” and slowly accepting his fate.

Before he could overthink it any further, he created an anonymous account and paid the fee.

If that’s what’s needed to get it out of my system …

Raphael checked the clock and set a timer for ten minutes. Then he started scrolling whilst his other hand went down into his lap. He opened the fly and stroked his cock through the fabric of his briefs before freeing it.

Make it quick.

Luckily - or not - he had been fighting the thoughts since the elevator. Desperately trying to not get hard in his lunch meeting. Therefore it didn’t take much for his breath to deepen and his free hand to claw into his own thigh. He had settled on a picture of the object of his unwanted fixation in laced underwear that looked far too good on him.

That delicious curve of his ass…

There were pictures and even short videos that provided more content, but Raphael preferred to leave some things to his imagination. The feeling of smooth skin giving in under the pressure of his fingertips could not be transferred by video anyway.

He wanted to imagine the dark eyes closing due to the roughness with which he thrusted into his mouth, making him choke on his cock.

His hand sped up.

… throwing him to the ground and making him kneel, eager to please, desperate to get more of him, begging to be fucked again …

The clock is ticking.

Raphael imagined the punk wherever he was now, stroking his own cock, panting and coming all over his hand thinking about the stranger he had met in the elevator.

Raphael pictured him on his bed wearing a harness, his attention all on Raphael. No more internet pictures, he belonged only to him. The markings of his ownership were clearly visible on his body, bites and scratches. He smiled, looking down on Raphael…

What -?

Whatever, I am close.

Claiming him all for himself, making him choke on his name in ecstasy, filling him up until he begged for mercy -

Raphael caught his release in a tissue.

The aftershocks of his orgasm ebbed, but his heart still thrummed in his chest. He spent a few breaths blissfully thinking about nothing then some more in a settling state of post-nut clarity.

The timer went off.

Raphael silenced it and collected himself. He left his office a minute later, not satisfied in the slightest.

Chapter 2: Cherry kiss

Summary:

Contracts are made and sealed.
Additional CW: choking, smoking, let me know if I forgot something

Notes:

My first time writing Raphael dominant :D
Oh and here is the elevator meme redraw from chapter one :D

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Raphael watched the punk from the safety of his car. He was leaning against the graffiti covered wall, one leg up against it, smoking and texting at the same time. He wore black ripped jeans and a leather jacket that revealed a loose fit tank top underneath.

The full extent of how bad of an idea this was hit Raphael again. A punk who sells his body on the internet. He should -

His phone vibrated and Raphael looked down on it, unlocking the screen when it announced a message from “Haarlep”.

There was no way this was his given name, but Raphael could hardly continue calling him incubus69. The other names on the platform had been far worse. “Sunnybabe” or “smallmousebigtits”. Yes, he had looked at the others. Somewhat hoping that if he had to take care of his sexual needs, it could at least be by a sweet woman that no one would bat an eye about if it came out. He could just tell people she was his new secretary - or an intern. Alas, his cock had other ideas.

Haarlep.

The play with the letters of his own name showed creativity. And genuine interest. Not in him of course, but at least in what he could provide if they were to make a deal. It felt nice.

U coming?

Raphael shot another look across the street and got very close to starting the car and leaving immediately. The punk had his phone out, lifted his shirt and it seemed like he was taking pictures again.

Raphael’s phone vibrated again and a picture popped up under the last message. It showed a slim waist over low cut jeans with a thin trail of dark hair disappearing under the waistband.

Raphael sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose for a moment. Then he got out of the car and locked it.

It only took him a few steps to cross the street and arrive at his destination.

Haarlep looked up and grinned at him. “Thought you might bail. Most do.”

“I prefer to keep my word. Well met, I am Raphael.”

The punk pushed himself off the wall and gave Raphael an up and down look, cigarette still between his fingers.

“Haarlep. But you know that already.” A shimmer of recognition rushed across his face. “Leisure suits you just as well.”

That Haarlep recognized him from the elevator but chose not to mention it directly was promising. Also the light trench coat with well cut slacks and a black turtleneck shirt did fit him.

“Charmed”, he answered.

“Are you now?” Haarlep grinned wider and inhaled some smoke.

Raphael scrunched his nose. “I don't like the smell of smoke”, he declared.

Haarlep cocked his head. “Of course”, he said, blowing the smoke in the dark sky and flicking the remaining cigarette away.

He actually had brought a contract. Which was fair, Haarlep supposed, because it would ensure both parties to get what they agreed on, but it was novel to him. Haarlep had sugared before, but online. Mostly sexting, sending pictures, maybe a video call. None of his daddies had lived in the same town so far. Then he had his Onlyfans, but that was one-sided and he used it more as a private gallery with limited access. Sexwork aside, he was hooking up for fun - Haarlep was a known face in the local scene. The lonely and desperate knew where to knock - and tip. He got invited to parties and gangbangs and all in all made just enough money to get by.

He knew he should look for something more stable, a reliable source of income instead of fucking around quite literally, but never had anyone spark his interest enough to pursue long term employment.

Now there was him.

Raphael.

An older man, who looked decidedly Italian with his tanned skin and the hooked nose. That he dressed well and combed his hair back only reinforced the impression.

They were sitting in the corner of a dimly lit bar. It was rustic looking and the patrons were a mixed bunch, but one glance at the menu told Haarlep he wouldn’t be able to afford a single drink here on his own. Luckily he had someone who paid. He returned his attention to Raphael.

Would be fun if he were in the mafia.

But before Haarlep could get too excited, he got presented with a full set of terms and conditions.

“For the duration of our agreement, you will only be intimate with me.”

Haarlep felt his smile shift into an expression of horror.

Being with one single person for an unknown extent of time? That would ruin his reputation - and the fun. Haarlep was greedy. Did the old man really think he could keep up with him?

I don’t know how to do CPR.

“I am not interested in any STDs you might collect in your … usual … circles.”

Raphael looked him up and down with disdain.

“I am getting tested regularly”, Haarlep protested. “And I do know how to use protection.”

“Right”, Raphael said unmoved. “But I don’t want to rely on that.” He leaned a bit closer over the table. “You will belong to me - and me alone.”

Haarlep could see the light of the candles reflect in his dark eyes.

“If you agree to the contract, you will be mine for the whole duration of it.”

Jesus, was he always so dramatic?

Though, Haarlep admitted, the words didn’t fail to have an effect - and even more the honeyed voice in which they were spoken. A pleasant tingle crawled up Haarlep’s spine, excitement and a lingering sense of danger. He smiled, because he had always considered a little risk to add flavor.

Haarlep subtly moved his leg and was pleased to notice that Raphael didn’t move away when it touched his knee.

“Does it include my Onlyfans?”

“It does.”

“But that will ruin my whole reputation!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll compensate you.”

The pseudo-italian in front of him turned a page of the contract and showed numbers.

Haarlep stared at the sum, baffled. It was twice as much as he earned in his best months. He looked at the old man, who leaned back again, a self-satisfied smile on his thin lips, watching him over the rim of his wine glass.

“Fine. Can I at least masturbate?”

“For now.”

Controlling, of course that was his thing. Haarlep was not surprised. He could already taste the dollar bills, just like the red wine on Raphael’s tongue. He would give the old man his due.

Haarlep reached for the pen. It was unexpectedly heavy and Haarlep looked at it in surprise. A fountain pen with gold applications and Raphael’s name engraved on it. Haarlep estimated that he was holding about three to four months worth of his rent. He raised the pen to his mouth and removed the cap with his teeth, observing Raphael’s reaction. His face showed nothing, but the leg against Haarlep’s twitched slightly. Satisfied Haarlep set the tip down on the paper to subscribe.

We’re going to have a lot of fun together.

Haarlep gave his legal signature, feeling like he was getting himself into something much bigger than a simple sex agreement.

“Excellent. Now that is settled, there’s no reason to linger.” Raphael got the attention of the waiter in the blink of an eye and paid for their drinks before getting up and leaving the bar. Haarlep followed him outside, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a cigarette.

Raphael turned around to him as if he had a sixth sense. “Not even five minutes into our agreement and you're already breaking the rules?” he asked. The smirk on his lips was genuine, but so was the undertone of displeasure.

“I didn’t know smoking in my spare time was part of it.”

“You should have read it then. Paragraph 5, clause 9.”

You’re lucky you’re so hot.

Haarlep put his lighter back and, to be safe, left the whole package of cigarettes on the windowsill of the bar. When he turned back, he found Raphael waiting for him.

“I don’t like the smell of smoke”, Raphael said. “And what I like even less is the taste.”

Haarlep had expected for things to take a turn this very night.

You just don’t track someone down you saw in an elevator, get them into a contract and then not make use of it. What Haarlep hadn’t expected was his chest making a weird twitch when Raphael closed the gap between them.

The whole evening had been testing his patience. From seeing Haarlep again after spending a week thinking about him to negotiating terms and conditions - usually something he enjoyed - to this very moment.

Raphael had observed Haarlep’s every move whilst they discussed their expectations and boundaries. How he tilted his head and the million dollar smile appeared on his lips. Eventually Raphael had felt the brush of Haarlep’s leg against his and knew he would sign.

The bait had worked, the object of his desire was trapped, but Raphael had made his calculations without the split tongue that suddenly darted out between perfectly curved lips, teasing his favorite fountain pen in quite a lewd way.

When, finally, Haarlep gave his signature, Raphael was so tense he knew he needed to leave the bar immediately before he’d do something unwise.

Raphael never did anything unwise. Something not calculated. Something spontaneous.

Now he found himself standing in front of his contractor. Close, too close.

Why not after all? This is my prize and I can claim it whenever I please.

Not tonight, that had been his plan, to not appear desperate.

But whatever he had been worrying about ceased to matter when their lips met. His concern about the smoke was unwarranted. Haarlep tasted like the cocktail he had drunk: sweet, intoxicating, with a heart note of cinnamon. The kiss felt effortless, as if they had known each other for a very long time.

Showing an embarrassing lack of control, Raphael's hands found what had occupied his thoughts for the longest time, exploring the tall, lean body, muscular as if he hit the gym regularly. Briefly Raphael remembered that the last time he had done any exercise other than occasionally taking the stairs was a very long time ago, but he quickly got distracted.

The two tips of Haarlep’s split and pierced tongue met his. Had Raphael thought this punk had far too much metal on his face before, he was now taught better. Raphael leaned in, urging the body of the younger man against the wall behind them, feeling a small gasp against his mouth.

Fuck.

He wanted more.

Understatement.

He needed more.

Haarlep of course noticed and did his best to rile him up even more. Eventually Raphael forced himself to pull back and consider his options. His house? At least half an hour's ride from here. The car? Embarrassing to even think about it. Also his flexibility was lacking. Hotel? Better not get seen. There was one last option …

“Come”, he ordered and was pleased when Haarlep obliged immediately. His cheeks were flushed and the jacket lay open to show the wrinkled tank top underneath. It spelled “Cute as hell”.

Before he could reconsider Raphael led Haarlep to his car.

Haarlep stopped and stared at it, raising his eyebrows. Raphael didn’t mention the Mercedes-Benz was his casual ride. Instead he opened the door to the passenger's side and got in on the driver’s seat. The engine came to life, purring like a cat.

“Fuck”, Haarlep muttered and caressed the leather seat. “You were not joking about the money.”

Raphael skipped an answer. He needed every ounce of his focus to get on the road.

To his luck the office building was just five minutes away, because two minutes into the drive Haarlep’s hand found its way onto Raphael’s thigh and, four minutes in, into his lap.

Raphael parked the car close to the back entrance, let Haarlep exit and pushed his chip against the receiver, opening the door to a dimly lit corridor with offices and meeting rooms on both sides. It was midnight and the building was almost empty.

Part of him wondered what he should tell any cleaner or employee on a night shift should they see them. The rest of him was busy guiding Haarlep down the hallway, one hand on the small of his back. By the time they reached the elevator he wondered why he had set up his office on the 66th floor. The moment the elevator doors closed Haarlep turned around, facing him.

Don't you dare.

But of course Haarlep did dare.

“So, this is where we met.” He came close until his body touched Raphael’s. “Tell me, what did you think when you saw me that made you pursue me so relentlessly?”

“It was the elevator on the other side of the building.”

Raphael felt Haarlep’s breath against his cheek. Raphael was a shorter than the younger man and he did not particularly like it. A tongue tip licked up the side of his face.

Raphael’s hand shot up and caught Haarlep’s jaw, maneuvering him a few inches away from this dangerous zone. He locked his eyes with him. “I wondered what it would take for you to break down, whimpering and pleading for mercy and more at the same time.”

For a split second Haarlep looked surprised, then he grinned. “Any ideas?”

“Oh, many.”

For a moment Raphael considered pushing him down on the floor and introducing him to the first one. Luckily at this moment the door opened to the 66th floor.

Raphael’s private office covered the whole floor, except the cubicle of his personal assistant. Luckily Korrilla was not in tonight. She often worked overtime and he didn't even have to threaten her into doing so.

The floor lay in semi-darkness and Raphael didn't bother to turn on the lights. Haarlep followed him until they reached a secluded room that contained Raphael’s massive hardwood desk. It stood on a platform in front of a one-way window front that showed a spectacular view over the whole nightly city.

Haarlep inspected the space where Raphael spent most of his time.

“Did you align the furniture with a protractor?”

Raphael pursed his lips. “I had them aligned with a protractor.”

“Of course you have.”

Haarlep trailed over to the desk where Raphael’s office supplies lay sorted by color and size with exactly the same spacing between each of them. He looked back at Raphael. Then, with a swipe of his arm he cleared the space and sat down on it, legs open.

Raphael followed him, trapping his body with his own. Raphael's fingers found their way up to Haarlep’s throat, applying some calculated pressure.

“Never do that again.”

Then he pulled him in.

This time their making out was significantly more heated and messy. Raphael enjoyed the feeling of having the punk in his hands until Haarlep bit his lip. In a seamless reaction Raphael pushed the punk back down on the table and Haarlep wrapped his legs around Raphael’s hips, pulling him flush against himself. They both felt very well just how hard the other was.

Raphael looked down on Haarlep, quiet for a moment as if contemplating, then he said: “Undress.”

Willingly Haarlep wriggled out of his jacket and the terrible tank top, whilst Raphael stepped back and opened his own belt. Haarlep used the temporary freedom to take off his pants, then helped Raphael slide down his own.

At the sight of his freed cock Haarlep smiled and laid down again, now entirely naked except for his jewelry. What a sight he was, exposed and here to please. His skin shimmered in the reflected city lights like precious silk.

Haarlep looked at Raphael hungrily and the desire to claim him got unbearable. Raphael had just enough common sense left to think of protection before grabbing both of Haarlep’s legs, spreading them and finding him prepared.

He knew exactly that this was going to happen.

When Raphael pushed into him, Haarlep breathed “finally”.

Raphael was greeted by a warmth and tightness that made him close his eyes for a moment. Haarlep’s hands clawed into his shoulders, leaving red streaks. His legs pulled Raphael closer until he was buried in him entirely. Raphael grabbed Haarlep’s hands and pushed them down on the desk, taking him hard and fast right from the start. The force of his thrusts made Haarlep’s whole body bounce back and forth under him.

But Haarlep was still smiling.

Raphael left his wrists to pull his legs higher, up over his shoulders, practically folding him in half under him until his smile became a blissful whimper. God, he was so deep inside of him. Haarlep pulled his head down to kiss him again.

Raphael moved his hand to close around Haarlep’s throat again, broke the kiss and shoved his body further over the desk, choking him with a firm and experienced grip.

Raphael could feel Haarlep falter under him, his eyes closing, giving himself to him entirely, even if just for this moment.

It felt divine.

The sounds that came over Haarlep’s lips now were barely audible anymore. Raphael heard a wrangled “please, daddy” and felt him tighten around him.

“Good boy.”

Haarlep’s eyelids fluttered and he smiled again. Raphael put some more pressure on his fingers, pushing Haarlep over the edge. Spurts of his cum hit both of them.

Raphael fucked him through his orgasm, but left his throat so Haarlep could recover. Once he had sucked in enough air, Haarlep stopped Raphael, freed his legs and pushed himself up into a sitting position, arms around his neck.

“Let me suck you off,” Raphael heard his voice against his ear. “Please.”

Raphael pulled out and let Haarlep take the condom off, who then fell on his knees in front of him. He let his hands wander over his hips and ass then started by licking his own cum off Raphael’s stomach whilst giving his cock a few strokes.

Raphael grabbed the edge of the desk to steady himself. He was so sensitive after fucking him, it took all of his willpower to last more than a few seconds. If he hadn’t visited Haarlep’s Onlyfans page so often over the past week he would probably have cum the moment he entered him.

Still, when Haarlep tried to tease and trace Raphael’s length with the two tips of his tongue Raphael snapped. He grabbed the punk’s hair and forced him to take him again, and all of him.

He was not gentle, but Haarlep didn’t even flinch. Instead he sucked him off eagerly, moaning against him. Raphael's breath was already ragged and he couldn’t help but moan. He managed a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered and he came into Haarlep’s mouth, his teeth clenched to not cry out.

Raphael watched Haarlep swallow whilst locking his eyes with his. A shiver ran down his spine.

Raphael loosened his fingers that had clawed into the table and took a step back.

“You can get up.”

He needed to look away for a moment. Maybe he had just forgotten how sex felt, good sex, but he couldn’t remember any time it felt like this. There was something about Haarlep. The way he gave him everything he wanted and still left him craving. The punk probably knew exactly how to utilize that effect.

Raphael shook the feeling off mentally. He belongs to me now.

“I’ll send you the money right after.”

Haarlep stood up, looking at him. “No need. See it as a free sample.”

Raphael furrowed his brows in disbelief.

“It's rare people want me to bottom and I enjoyed it.”

“Do you tell this to every customer of yours?”

Haarlep made a step closer to him. “When I feel like I gained something more than money.”

Raphael shook his head. “You seriously need to work on your business acumen.”

Haarlep just grinned and put his pants back on. “What now?”

Now I should cancel the contract and delete your number.

“I’ll get you a taxi and send you a text when to meet again.”

Notes:

Them: Let's make a sex contract, all business, very professional. Also them: *making out passionately behind the bar first thing.*

Haarlep probably thought "You could have just asked me out?", but Raphael had to play 5d chess to justify being attracted to a punk.

Chapter 3: Hope Estate

Summary:

Where Raphael invites Haarlep to his home.

Notes:

New tag added, mind the CWs.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“The Hope Estate?” Haarlep asked when the metal gates closed behind the Mercedes Benz and Raphael steered it up the driveway towards the underground garage.

“It has a nice ring to it, hasn't it? Where the tired come to rest and the famished come to feed - Well, at least in theory. I never keep company besides the staff.”

Haarlep looked out of the window. “Why not?”

“This house … My house,” Raphael began as it came into sight. A small mansion, shaped like an octagon, two stories high, with wings sprouting off it in a cross shape. Raphael pressed a button and the entry to the garage opened horizontally on the ground like a vault door, revealing a ramp that led down. “It’s a place where only my rules apply. The chaos and the noise of everyday life stays outside. In other words: I need a place to think, to work, to live in peace from all the nonsense out there.”

“And you bring me of all people?”

Raphael has already had the same thought. Bringing this punk into his home was like taking in a basket full of kittens. He retorted: “I have my means to familiarize you with the rules.”

“Fine.” Haarlep sighed. “Instruct me.”

“Wouldn’t that ruin all the fun?” Raphael parked the car. “There is just one law you have to remember for now. I am that law.”

Haarlep stared at him as if he was waiting for something.

Raphael got out of the car. “What?”

“Oh, I just waited for the dramatic musical number after that line.”

Luckily for him, Haarlep noticed the car park that very moment and was distracted. “Damn. And I thought the Mercedes was neat, but this Jaguar … You got taste, old man.”

Raphael was unable to agree, standing there with a pierced punk whose soles peeled off his Doc Martens and who apparently didn’t own a single pair of intact jeans. And still, his first instinct was to grab Haarlep’s arm, pull him down and kiss him.

Before Raphael’s brain or other parts of his body could come up with more of this nonsense, he ordered Haarlep to follow him. An elevator brought them into the entry hall. Haarlep looked up to the mural on the ceiling, then down at the black and white marble tiles that created a checkerboard pattern. On both sides of the hallway were busts of Rapahel’s favorite composers and authors - most of them russian and all of them dead. Red carpeted stairs led up to the first floor.

“Yeah…”, Haarlep said slowly, looking around. “That tracks.” He walked over to one of the busts. “Who’s that?”

“Nikolai Gogol.”

“What did he do?”

“He was a russian author. He wrote Dead Souls .”

“Is it horror?”

Raphael remembered the story about a man committing tax fraud by buying people's ‘dead souls’ told at an excruciating slow pace. Some of the sentences were a whole page long.

“I guess you could say that.”

It was one of his favorite books.

“Pretty nose.” Haarlep caressed the author’s long and pointed nose, a feature that the author had been insecure about all his life. Raphael was not sure if Haarlep was serious or ridiculed him.

“Hands off”, he commanded, just to be safe.

“Fine. Now what? Am I getting a tour?”

“That would take entirely too long.”

“Yes?” Haarlep left the bust and came back to Raphael, standing very close to him. “Don’t tell me you have any other plans for tonight than impressing me with your riches.”

“I do plan on leaving an impression in one way or the other”, Raphael managed to respond. Haarlep’s breath against his cheek made it difficult to focus.

“But I want a tour.”

“It is bad manners to demand one.”

“Imagine, what if I got lost and were to haunt these halls forever? I would make a very hot but equally annoying ghost. Pretty please, Raphael…”

His expression changed into the biggest puppy eyes Raphael had ever seen. He scrunched his nose. “Fine. But only the main rooms and take your shoes off.”

Raphael led Haarlep past the stairs. “Upstairs is the master bedroom and the guest rooms,” he explained.

The entry way led into the main hall, a representative room suited to host a small ball. To the left was the kitchen with a stocked bar, to the right was the home gym, complete with indoor pool. Straight ahead was Raphael’s living room and that’s where they were headed now.

Haarlep pushed past him when they entered and examined it. “Window front, check, fireplace, check, chandelier, check, far too many bookshelves -”

“The library is in the east wing.”

“‘course it is. And a grand piano? Is it real?”

Raphael caught his grabby hands just in time before he could open the lid.

“It is very real and from 1866,” he growled.

In a smooth move Haarlep turned him around, caging him between the instrument and himself.

Raphael’s face must have spoken volumes, because -

“What?” Haarlep defended himself with the most innocent voice. “ I am not even touching it. It’s your ass that desecrates it.”

The situation made Raphael uneasy. “Get off me.”

“Are you sure?” The punk's voice dripped in his ear like poison. “Wouldn’t you rather have me get you off like this? You would look so pretty bending over for me…”

Raphael pushed him off before he would have to think about any effect these words may have on him. “Absolutely not.”

He hadn’t used that much force pushing Haarlep, but somehow he landed on the floor on his back, not discouraged in the slightest. He opened his legs a bit, inviting Raphael to follow him down and in between them.

At least the imported thick carpet finds a use after all.

Unable to resist the punk’s smile, he followed the invitation. Haarlep kissed him - and as soon Raphael was distracted, he found himself on his back again, Haarlep sitting on top of him. The punk’s fingers trailed down his chest. “Fine, you aren’t ready yet -”

“What do you mean ready ?” Raphael struggled, but Haarlep proved too heavy for it to have an effect. Instead he grinded against his crotch.

“I know things about people and sex. It’s my field of expertise. I can give you everything , with me you can make every fantasy reality - you just have to admit them.”

“Really?” Raphael responded coldly. “I have a fantasy. And it is teaching you your place.” He finally got free and Haarlep let himself get pinned on the carpet face down. The smug smile on his face grew even wider.

Raphael stood up and sat on the sofa.

“What? That’s it? I thought -”

Raphael bit back a grin when he saw the disappointed expression on Haarlep’s face.

“Come here”, he ordered. “I am not doing this on the floor. Unlike you I have decency.”

Immediately Haarlep stood up and followed until he stood in front of him. “Of course. I should have thought about your knees, old man.”

“On my lap. Now.

“You know that voice never fails to make me hard.” But he obliged and once Raphael had him over his knees he pulled down his pants, so his ass lay bare.

Raphael took a moment to knead the firm flesh, before he raised his hand and without warning brought it down on his ass with a smack.

To see the impact his hand had was almost as satisfying as hearing the small gasp that came out of Haarlep’s mouth.

He repeated the action until the skin showed a pretty pink and Haarlep let out moans on every impact. He then let his hand slide in between his legs. He could clearly feel Haarlep’s erection against his thigh and so he teased his hole, drawing circles and applying pressure without breaching him. Haarlep arched his back. Raphael grabbed his hair and pulled a little, whilst removing his hand for a bit. When they returned the fingers were covered in lube.

“Oh- shit.”

Raphael pressed one finger into him, then a second. He scissored them to open him up a bit more, then he curled them and went in and out, first slow then fucking Haarlep with his fingers.

Raphael watched him writhing and pushing himself on his fingers so he’d go deeper, but he denied him.

“Cruel old man.”

Raphael removed his fingers. “I don’t think you’re ready yet”, he repeated Haarlep’s words from earlier with a devilish tone. Two could play that game. Again he reached into a drawer on the side table and produced another toy.

Leather tresses caressed Haarlep’s backside.

“What-? What else do you keep casually in your living room? Except -”

Raphael watched the realization settle in with a satisfied smile.

“You planned this from the start. Oh, you devious bastard.” It did sound more impressed than insulting. Still Raphael strengthened his grip in the punk’s hair.

“I guess you need a bit more… Do you think you deserve more?”

Raphael pulled his head up carefully. He didn’t intend to hurt his neck.

Haarlep gasped again. “Yes … daddy.”

Now Raphael had him right where he wanted and started to deliver strokes on his ass and thighs with the flogger. It made beautiful sounds, mixed with Haarlep’s moaning and the pink on his skin darkened. Watching Haarlep’s reactions Raphael ceased to be gentle until he had Haarlep letting out a small scream into the cushions. Then he stopped and tested his hole again.

“Stop grinding against me. I and only I decide when you cum.”

Though, to be honest, his own desire had grown in equal parts. He pushed Haarlep off his lap and undressed him and himself properly. Then he directed him into a kneeling position on the floor he seemingly liked so much, head down and backside up.

Raphael grabbed the hot and pink ass cheeks and spread them apart a little.

“I am going to fill you up now. Yes?”

“Yes.” The word was not more than a shivering whisper against the floorboards.

“Hm … I'm not sure.” Raphael let his finger run over the red marks on Haarlep's flesh, mesmerized by the little twitches and shudders the soft touch elicited.

“No!” The answer came breathless, urgent. “Don’t - I want it.” A moan under the flat hand that Raphael now placed on his lower back. “I need you.”

Haarlep had a talent to always find the right words. He spread Haarlep’s cheeks again and wider, dipping two fingers into him with ease now. He was practically sucking him in.

It took only a few more whines from Haarlep until Raphael was no longer able to drag it out. With a suppressed sound of relief he drove his cock into him. Raphael held Haarlep down with one hand on the back of the punk’s head as he went for a fast and impatient pace.

“Yes, please-”

Haarlep. Always begging for more, always wanting, giving Raphael the impression that he not only filled his holes, but also a deep, gnawing hunger underneath. Raphael buried himself as deep as he could, panting. He took a moment to stay still, feeling the walls enclosing him and granting Haarlep’s cock a few strokes with his hand. When he finally started moving it didn’t take long until Raphael did what he had promised and filled him up. Haarlep leaned back against him, coming just a few seconds later.

Raphael caught both his breath and Haarlep, taking him back to the couch.

“Are you alright?”

“Of …” It sounded breathless. “Of course. I have done a lot more extreme things than that.” Still, Haarlep closed his eyes under the gentle caress of Raphael’s fingers over the unharmed parts of his skin. “Maybe I should ask you, old man? How are the knees?”

Hurting was the honest answer. But he would live. “Perfectly fine, you enfant terrible.”

“Elephant what?”

“It’s french.”

“Ah, oui, baguette, croissant, voulez-vous couchez avec moi?”

“I think we should wait a bit before the next round. Water?”

“Mhm, yes.”

Raphael filled a glass from the carafe on the reliable side table. After that they didn’t speak much for a while, but to his surprise Haarlep nuzzled his head against him.

They had gone for another round right there on the sofa and Haarlep just put his pants back on, when his gaze fell on the grand piano again.

I will have you under me one day, moaning and taking me so beautifully.

That Raphael was reluctant just made the image sweeter.

Raphael . So buttoned up, clinging to his precious idea of control. But Haarlep knew what he secretly craved. The way his pupils dilated whenever Haarlep took a bit of his control away told him everything he needed to know.

“Can you even play this thing?” Haarlep asked, letting his finger wander over the wooden lid of the piano.

“Yes, I do”, Raphael answered, his voice sounding slightly offended.

“Will you play me something?”

“No.”

But Raphael’s gaze lingered on the piano for a moment longer. Looking at the instrument Raphael appeared the most relaxed Haarlep had ever seen him and he guessed that it wasn’t only because of the two orgasms.

“Come on”, Haarlep nudged. He guessed that Raphael’s fingers itched to play, but something held him back. Haarlep snuck behind the older man and wrapped his arms around him. “Why not?” he asked, his chin on Raphael’s shoulder.

“I haven’t played in years.”

Oh, admittance. How sweet it tasted.

Haarlep kissed Raphael’s neck. “Nobody is here, just you and me.” His fingers played with the adorable little curls in the back of Raphael’s neck. “I bet you play wonderfully.”

For a moment Haarlep thought he might have been wrong about his approach and challenging him would have been the better bet, but apparently after two rounds of sharing their bodies Raphael was softened enough for praise to do the trick.

I should make a note of that.

Raphael freed himself from Haarlep’s embrace and sat down on the stool. He opened the lid.

His fingers pressed down on the keys and created a musical scale.

“You’re lucky I always keep it tuned.”

He adjusted his seat and from one moment to another he seemed to forget about Haarlep entirely. The first notes came slow, but it seemed like his hands remembered how to play by themselves. Soon they danced over the keys effortlessly. The melody gained a certain gravity, toppling over into the melodramatic, but no less impressive. There was an undertone of something melancholic in it, being replaced quickly by fast and nervous sequences.

Haarlep smiled more at his success in persuasion than Raphael’s obvious skill until the theatrical part crescendoed. Suddenly Raphael stopped and closed the lid, standing up.

“Enough.”

He stepped over to the glass door in the big window front and opened it. Haarlep followed him, wondering what had caused this sudden change of mind. Soft automatic lights lit up the spacious porch and he could see a gigantic pool under the dark sky as well as a fucking whirlpool.

“Join me.” Raphael said, shedding his clothes.

He didn’t have to ask twice. Haarlep stepped into a whirlpool trying to play over the fact that it was the first time in his life doing so. The warm water felt heavenly and he rolled his neck, feeling the tenseness in his shoulders vanish. Then he climbed onto Raphael’s lap and for a moment he was quiet, just enjoying the feeling of his skin against his and the gentle bubbling of the pool.

Haarlep looked down at Raphael. His dark hair was darker and curlier when it was wet. The pool lights enhanced his strong cheekbones and for the first time Haarlep noticed how long the lashes were that framed his soft brown eyes.

“What are you thinking?”

“I should keep you.”

Notes:

Dead Souls is a magnificent book - I never managed to finish it.

Chapter 4: The lesser evil

Summary:

Thinking about the devil...

Chapter Text

Raphael’s bedroom featured wood paneled walls, a king sized bed and big windows covered by red curtains. He always woke up four minutes before his alarm, so he was able to shut it off before it had a chance to startle him.

Like the rest of the mansion, Raphael’s personal bedroom showed a well composed mix of tradition and modernity. The wood paneling and the paintings on the walls gave an air of old money, whilst the furniture was more on the classy side.

For a moment Raphael sat upright in bed and waited for his brain to boot. Normally it worked overtime and assaulted him with a dozen ideas and to-dos the moment he woke up. But today … Not so much.

The only thing it produced whilst he sat there were thoughts of Haarlep’s body, his voice and most of all his proposition to switch roles in bed. With an annoyed groan Raphael got up, opened his curtains to the gray darkness before sunrise and put on a bathrobe.

Haarlep hadn’t let go of this topic ever since he brought it up. Teasing, coaxing, charming …

Raphael hadn’t allowed him to stay overnight yet, despite having three guest rooms at his disposal. Instead he had ordered Nubaldin to drive him home. It was better to not grant this punk an even bigger part in his life. Raphael would keep things between them professional.

He stepped into the en-suite bathroom. The floor consisted of light marble and indirect lighting made it easy for the eyes. It featured two sinks, a walk-in shower and a spacious tub placed in front of a stained glass window.

Raphael took a shower not thinking about his sugarbabe anymore. He brushed his teeth not thinking about him and switched over to the breakfast room, definitely not thinking about Haarlep anymore.

How would it feel to let him take control just once -

No, there was no way this was happening. The game Raphael played by employing him was already dangerous enough.

The table in the breakfast room was stocked with tea, coffee and eggs on toast when Raphael sat down there. He preferred his staff to remain unseen. Raphael sipped on his Earl Gray and opened the newspaper.

His mood dulled further the moment he saw the large picture pinned under the headline. From the piercing black eyes to the goatee he hated everything about the man it portrayed.

Mephisto di Cania.

The nobility was bought, of course.

Mephisto was the leader of Cania Inc., a company of dubious background, but leading in the field of innovative energy sources, its massive influence spreading. Mephisto was a power hungry narcissist, filled to the brim with pride about what he claimed were his own inventions and to top it off - he was Raphael’s father.

Raphael crunched his nose at the familiar face, but read the headline anyways:

“There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming inventive power,” says M. di Cania.

Raphael forcefully closed the newspaper and watched the rainy sky brighten slowly. Then he pulled himself together, finished his breakfast and went on to his daily journaling. Under the entry he added a few points on how he would eventually overthrow Cania Inc. like he did every day.

Then he returned to his dressing room and put on a fitted suit and tie.

In the morning he usually let his chauffeur drive him to the office so he’d have more time reading financial reports and industry analyses to stay informed about market trends and investment opportunities. But today it proved difficult to get Mephistos grinning face out of his mind. The only good thing about it was that it replaced Haarlep’s.

Raphael’s day had just gotten a little better after a few successful meetings in the morning, when, around lunchtime, someone opened the door to his office.

“What happened to knocking?” Raphael asked sharply, then he looked up.

Oh no. Thinking of the devil.

“Hello, father. What gives me the honor?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, but Mephisto pretended not to notice. Instead he pulled a chair closer and placed his tall and broad shouldered frame in front of Raphael’s desk.

“You can leave, Korrilla.”

“Would you kindly refrain from ordering my employees around?”

“Dear son, have you forgotten? All this,” he opened his arms to include the whole 66 floor building, “is only because of me.”

That was just not true. Granted, being the son of an influential man opened a few doors that would otherwise remain closed, but he never had seen even a single dollar of the family’s fortune. On the contrary. Raphael knew his father happily awaited his downfall and would do anything to prevent his further uprising.

One day.

But it was not one day, so Raphael signaled Korrilla to leave and remained alone with his father. “Now, what brings you here?”

Mephisto smiled, unbothered by Raphael’s barely disguised bad mood. “Do I need a reason to see my own son?”

Raphael snorted.

“Is it a crime that I want to check in on you every once in a while?” He grabbed a stack of paper from Raphael’s desk and idly flipped through it.

Raphael’s eye started twitching, but he had a trump this time. “Oh”, he exclaimed, leaning back in his office chair. “Is this about your last spy in the finance department? Do you need to do the dirty work in person now after I threw him out?”

“Ah, of course not. But I have to keep you on alert, don’t I? I did you a favor keeping your wits sharp.”

Raphael knew he would not gain anything out of arguing, so he returned to the immediate issue. “What. do. you. want?”

“Listen, son”, Mephisto leaned forward. “There have been rumors .”

“There are always rumors”, Raphael answered coldly. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You have been seen in the company of a young man.”

“I have a lot of employees that fall into this category.” Raphael kept his expression calm whilst feeling like ice cubes were sliding down his esophagus.

“Yes, but you are not kissing them passionately, are you?”

Shit. Just one time I was not careful enough…

Raphael took a hidden deep breath. “And? What if I have a new partner? Or is it a problem that it’s a man?”

And that is exactly why I wanted a woman, if anyone.

“Of course not”, his father waved off. “I am happy to see you with someone by your side again. It has been … how long - fifteen years - since what was her name?”

Raphael didn’t believe for one second his father had actually forgotten the name.

“Hope”, he pressed out between gritted teeth.

“Oh, yes, right. Glad to see you're still on good terms with her sister.”

“It’s been fifteen years as you remembered correctly. I don’t think unearthing this matter is of actual interest anymore.”

“No”, Mephisto admitted. “Let’s get back on the topic of interest. You say he is your new partner?”

There was no way Raphael could admit that he had gotten involved with a punk as his sugarbabe. With a bit of luck, no one had taken a high resolution picture of them and he could just drop Haarlep and claim it hadn’t worked out. No one ever needed to find out. There was no reason for this small sting in his chest as he thought about it.

“Ehm, yes.”

“Marvelous.”

Raphael noticed he had walked into a trap the moment he saw the wide toothpaste smile flash up.

“So there is no reason to not bring him to this casual dinner on wednesday.”

“Er, we are not - It’s all very fresh.”

His objection fell on deaf ears.

“I can’t wait to get to know him.” Mephisto stood up. “Wednesday, eight pm, in the Golden Crown. Don’t dare to leave me hanging. I already told all your business partners about your plus one.” With these words Raphael’s father joyfully left the office and Raphael buried his face in his hands.

I am so fucked.

Barely able to focus on financial reports and benchmarking, Raphael spent all day trying to find a loophole in the conversation with his dad. He could bring someone else - but he couldn’t be sure no one had seen Haarlep’s face yet, in fact he doubted that his father didn’t know it. The easiest solution was to bail, feign a sickness and avoid the whole dinner. But that showed an obvious defeat and Mephisto was perfectly able to turn that into a weapon against him which could cost him valuable relations, just like claiming they had broken up already. But bringing Haarlep of all people was almost as bad of an idea. There was no solution, only perhaps a slightly lesser evil.

As the evening came, he sent a text.

I need to talk to you.

Haarlep had the day off, so Raphael knew he had the right to ignore him. Therefore he was surprised that only five minutes later an answer came in.

I am with friends, but you can come over if it’s urgent?

Raphael contemplated calling his chauffeur to get him, or ordering Haarlep to come to him instead, but that was against article 5 clause 13.

Where?

He received an address in a neighborhood on the other side of the town.

Wondering if the day could get any worse, Raphael switched over into the small apartment adjectant to his office. It was just a place to eat and refresh when work kept him in the office 24h. He kept a few spare clothes in there. After showering and changing Raphael returned to his office.

“Korrilla!”

The short woman peeked out of her booth.

“How do I look?”

“Raphael? What-?”

“How do I look?” He did a little spin. “Does it look … casual?”

“By your standards, yes.”

“What do you mean by my standards?”

“Nothing. You look fine.” Korrilla’s attention returned to the email on her screen.

Raphael looked down at himself again. He wore a pair of jeans, a patterned shirt and a casual brown blazer. He questioned himself for a few moments longer then decided he didn’t need to pretend to be someone else and Haarlep’s friends could at least be impressed by his style. He grabbed his coat and left the office.

Chapter 5: Belly Button Shots

Summary:

Raphael meets Haarlep's friends.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

A short drive later he stopped in front of a run down skyscraper squished between a social housing project and an empty supermarket. The street had trash lying around mixed with the first fallen leaves of the season. A lost shopping cart blocked one of the parking spots. Raphael locked the car thinking he’d be lucky if he saw it again. On the other hand, his insurance would cover it. He took out his phone.

I am here. Where are you?

Again an answer appeared almost immediately.

7th fluor, ring Ancunnin/Deekaros

Raphael interpreted that as “7th floor” and approached the skyscraper in front of him. He found a doorbell next to a sign that said “Ancunín/Dekarios/Cliffgate” and rang it.

“Who’s there?” He could hear the music through the speaker already.

“Raphael.”

The buzzer signaled that the door unlocked. He entered a grimey hallway and found a smelly and slow elevator that brought him up to the 7th floor. One of the apartment doors stood open and music blasted into the hallway. When he entered, he got a glimpse of a pile of coats and shoes messily thrown in the hallway, before he was greeted by a drunk goth girl.

“Hi,” she said. Then she stumbled past him, trying to light a cigarette.

“Jenevelle!” Raphael heard the sharp voice before he almost got knocked down by a lithe athletic woman with brown hair who ran after the girl. “Don’t you dare leave now, you bitch! This is not over.” She came back and grabbed a coat from the pile. “At least take your coat!”

Raphael was so busy watching their interaction he only noticed the woman in the doorway when he turned back. She leaned against the door frame that led further into the apartment.

“Come on in, what are you waiting for? Don’t you have doors at home?”

Raphael closed the door behind himself and took in the sight of this one. She was tall, muscular and her tattoos and leather pants made him assume she probably drove a motorbike. Her hair was black and red and she smiled the widest smile he had ever seen.

“Karlach,” she introduced herself and grabbed his hand, shaking it with an iron grip.

“Raphael,” he answered.

“I know. We’ve been waiting for you. Just drop your coat there.”

Everything in Raphael resisted, but he gave in and dropped his Ralph Lauren coat on the pile as instructed. Then he followed Karlach through the hallway.

“Bathroom, Star’s room, mine, Gale’s.” The room tour was much shorter than the one he had given Haarlep the other day. They arrived in the living room where the music was the loudest. Before Raphael could enter, a dog pushed past him.

“Stary, me and the Rizzard, I mean Gale, we live here, the rest are friends,” Karlach pointed at a pretty white haired man and one with longer brown hair and a beard.

“Over there that’s Wyll who currently goes by “The Blade”, Bear, no idea who that is, I think that one’s a friend of Gale, these two are Jen’s colleagues, friend of Stary, his sister, his brother who no one likes, and that in the corner is the weird old man. Don’t worry, he’s not dead.”

Raphael took in the scenery for a moment. There were far too many people for the little space and they all looked more or less deranged. He had already forgotten half of the names.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to Haarlep,” he replied, returning to the reason he came here. “On second thought: I don’t know if that’s what he calls himself here.”

“Right. I’ve last seen him in the kitchen, I’ll get you a drink as well.” Karlach led him out of the room and Raphael felt the white haired man’s eyes follow him.

The kitchen was tiny and filled to the brim with people so it took Raphael a moment to figure out what was going on - and another for the information to settle in.

Haarlep was lying on the table on his back. He wore a laced crop top that left his stomach free and had paired it with a miniskirt and his usual Doc Marten’s. But that was not what Raphael struggled to grasp. It was the fact that the crowd around him was taking shots out of his belly button. When Haarlep noticed Raphael, a smile flashed over his face and he sat up, causing the liquor to run down his belly until it met the fabric of his skirt.

“Whoops.”

Raphael was not sure if the sight was hot or disgusting, but the feeling got overridden by anger over the situation he had found Haarlep in anyways. But before he was able to say anything, all eyes were on him.

“That’s your daddy, H?” someone said. “Hot.”

“For real. I’d let that gilf fuck me, too.”

“And he smells of money,” a purring voice said very close to his ear. Raphael twitched back and stared right into the eyes of the white haired guy. He and the other one, Gale, must have followed him into the kitchen.

“Fingers out of his pockets, Astarion,” Karlach warned.

Raphael suddenly felt very uncomfortable between all the younger, drunk party people. Maybe it was because of that feeling, that he refrained from making a sharp remark and instead settled for: “Haarlep, we need to talk.”

The words caused a wave of “uhhh” sounds.

“You’re not breaking up with him, are you?” a girl said. “He brought the good whiskey.”

“I’ll take him if H has no need for him anymore.”

Suddenly the whole room was involved in their relationship until Raphael raised his voice. “No, I am not ‘breaking up’. Can I now please have a word with you ?”

“‘course.”

Haarlep was about to jump off the table, but someone held him back and addressed Raphael. “You can have him, but only … if you take a shot first.”

Eager to escape the situation, Raphael said “fine”, but the white haired guy added “Out of his belly button” and grinned like a cat.

Haarlep shot Raphael a look. He wouldn’t play along if Raphael refused.

Raphael thought about it real quick. He was absolutely unenthusiastic about the idea of sharing Haarlep’s belly with half of the party, the bass was too loud and he wanted out of here. On the other hand there was Haarlep’s flat stomach on the table and the chance to earn himself some cookie points. He took a step forward to the table and the crowd made room for him.

Haarlep laid back down, one leg up. His skirt slid up and revealed the little it had covered before.

“Attention.” Karlach handed a bottle over to someone else and they poured a generous amount of liquor in Haarlep’s belly button. It spilled over and little drops ran down his sides. It was very warm in the crammed room.

Haarlep spread his legs so Raphael could position himself between them. He bent over.

“Shot! Shot! Shot!” The audience became ecstatic.

A part of Raphael who had been in drama club in high school reawakened. He ran a finger down Haarlep’s front performatively before letting his lips meet his stomach. He could feel Haarlep slightly quiver under the touch.

Raphael took the shot without flinching, the audience cheered, Haarlep sat up and before anyone could say anything, he pulled Raphael close and kissed him.

Vaguely Raphael noticed the room going absolutely crazy, but the noise got drowned out by the feeling of Haarlep’s tongue in his mouth and the taste of sweet liquor and cinnamon.

They parted after just a few heartbeats and for a moment it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

Then the cheering started again.

Haarlep jumped off the table. “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

He sounded a lot more sober now than in his texts.

“Can we go outside for a moment?”

“Of course. There’s a balcony.”

Haarlep led Raphael through the crowd until they reached the balcony and were greeted by fresh air and the two women who had run past him when he arrived. They were making out heavily.

“Ignore them. They are on and off every week.”

Raphael turned them his back. He didn’t know where to start. “Someone has seen us.”

“One of your people?”

“Apparently.”

“Shit.” Haarlep sighed and looked down. “So that was it?”

“No. I don’t know. Someone invited me to a dinner.”

“Huh?”

“To be exact, he invited us .”

“O-kay…? Why?”

“Because I obviously couldn’t tell them that I’m your sugar daddy.”

“What did you tell them instead?”

“That we’re in a relationship.”

Oh. ” Haarlep looked up.

“And now I have to bring you to this dinner with me. It will go horribly, but afterwards we can end this.”

Haarlep said nothing for a moment. His hands twitched and it was clear that normally he would go for a smoke right now.

“Go on, smoke. It’s not like you haven’t broken the contract anyways.”

“I have not!” Haarlep’s voice became louder.

“And what was that in the kitchen?”

“Not sex, if we share the same definition,” Haarlep defended himself.

“You’re going to tell me that you haven’t had anyone else in the last two weeks?”

“I haven’t even kissed anyone.”

“It’s true, he hasn’t!”

A third voice joined their argument. Raphael turned his head and saw that the goth woman had emerged out of her entanglement with the athlete.

“Thank you, Jen.”

“No problem.”

The kissing continued, otherwise it was quiet for a moment. Raphael took a breath of cold night air. “The dinner,” he returned to the original topic.

“What if it doesn’t go horribly?” Haarlep leaned against the railing.

“Have you ever been to an upper class business dinner?”

“No.”

“It’s bad enough that you have all these tattoos and piercings and you are a man.”

“Are they homophobic?”

“It’s a shark tank. You have no idea. Everything will be weaponized.” Suddenly feeling exhausted Raphael leaned against the railing next to Haarlep.

“What if it doesn’t go horribly?” he repeated.

“There is no way.”

“Yes, but assuming it would.” Haarlep turned around, now looking Raphael in the eyes. “Would you make a deal with me?”

Notes:

There's so much potential to expand the fic's universe in this chapter ... I mean there's the obvious Shadowzel and I could feel the Bloodweave crackling whilst writing it ... Hmmmmmm, let me know if that's a thing you'd like to read.

Chapter 6: Dinner Date

Notes:

cw: mention of sexwork as a minor (like one sentence, but let's be safe)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Raphael approached wednesday evening like doomsday. He barely managed to focus at work and desperately tried to make predicaments for his eventual downfall.

Bringing the wrong partner to a dinner could be easily as ruinous as investing in the wrong stock. Networking was everything and all the time people came up to him at lunch or after meetings, casually mentioning or even congratulating him on the new “relationship”. Raphael tried to prepare for the worst.

Wednesday at six pm he stood in his wardrobe and decided what to wear to his social funeral. His mood said black, but he wasn’t someone who gave up that easily so he went for a fitted suit in burgundy with a white shirt and a beige vest underneath complete with a matching pocket square. Then he called for his driver and went to collect Haarlep. He should remember to call him by his legal name during the dinner.

The car stopped in front of a house that looked uninhabitable to Raphael, and waited.

Haarlep appeared, wearing a long black coat. When he sat down next to Raphael, he caught a whiff of his perfume. The mix of rich sweet top notes with the underlying spiciness was more noticeable than usual. He had also combed his hair but Raphael, who remembered the miniskirt vividly, didn’t dare to get his hopes up. He already saw that Haarlep hadn’t taken out any of his piercings, nor had he refrained from using make-up.

This is my doom.

He felt Haarlep reaching for his hand and squeezing it lightly.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

Raphael said nothing.

They arrived at the restaurant’s parking lot and stepped outside. Once again Raphael noticed that Haarlep was taller than himself and once again he disliked the fact.

They crossed the entry hall without accidents and arrived in the main hall which was lively and well visited. It was spacious and elegant and most of the tables provided a view over the cityscape.

Raphael could already see his father and some other people sitting on the other side of the room at a large table separate from the others.

“May I take your coats?”

His eyes still fixed on the setting of his doom, Raphael handed over his coat and barely noticed that Haarlep did the same. He only shot his “partner” a look when all heads turned as they crossed the room. Prepared for the worst, Raphael looked over.

It was definitely a Haarlep look, but his loose cut pants were white and hole-free and the top consisted of burgundy colored silk. It was a blouse that left his muscular back free, adorned with some delicate silver chains that matched his piercings. His hair was styled and combed back and his nail polish was color coordinated with his make-up. To top it off his outfit even matched Raphael’s.

Haarlep grinned at him. “Surprise.”

Slightly confused, Raphael led him to the table and greeted the other guests.

“Ah, so glad you could make it, son, and in such a fetching company. Mephisto di Cania, I am Raphael’s father and you -?”

“Haarlep.” He answered before Raphael had even opened his mouth.

“Really?” A woman joined the conversation. “A stage name, I assume?”

“Indeed,” Haarlep nodded.

“Fascinating,” Raphael’s father remarked, his eyes flashing from one to the other. “Isn’t that an acronym for ‘Raphael’.”

“Really? What a funny coincidence,” Haarlep answered unbothered and with an open smile.

It was this very moment that, for the first time, Raphael felt hope that they might survive the evening.

The first two courses Raphael struggled to keep up a conversation, because he was busy watching out for Haarlep to eventually ruin his reputation. But again he was in for a surprise. Not only did Haarlep use the right cutlery for the right dishes, he also managed to charm everyone in his close proximity. Raphael would have never expected to see Ms. Ora of Avernus & Co’s legal department giggling, but it happened. And her senior blushed almost through his whole starter.

Raphael listened in on their conversation.

“Have you been on holiday recently? Your skin is glowing .”

“I actually was on vacation in Thailand. Two weeks in Koh Samui, have you ever been there?”

“Not yet, I am afraid, but I always wanted to go there, you must tell me all your recommendations.”

It was almost concerning how effortlessly Haarlep twisted them both around his little finger until Mephisto joined the conversation and pulled Raphael into it as well.

“I can say it was quite a surprise to see Raphael with someone again after all these years. Tell me, please, how did you meet my son?”

Raphael had an answer prepared, but Haarlep got ahead of him.

“We met in a coffee shop. One that both of us normally wouldn’t visit, a very lucky coincidence.” He casually took Raphael’s hand.”The bartender mixed up our orders and so we came to talk.”

“Adorable. And what is it you do for a living, again?”

“This and that, some art, photography. Sometimes I do modeling. I walked for Armani before.”

“Really? Fascinating.” It was clear that Raphael’s father didn’t believe a word.

“Oh, I think I remember you!” The CEO of Styg.ia Corp. joined in. “You closed the show at fashion week last year.”

“Yes, that was me.”

And before Raphael knew it the other CEO showed everyone a picture of a runway model who indeed looked very much like Haarlep. Maybe it even was him.

Raphael exchanged a look with his involuntary date and earned himself a mischievous grin.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

He stood up, left the table and went downstairs to the bathrooms. Raphael washed his sweaty hands then waited. Luckily, it was Haarlep who opened the door soon after and not his father.

“Had a feeling you were waiting for me.” Haarlep shot him a look. “But apparently not to make out in a bathroom stall sloppy style. What's the matter?”

“What are you doing?”

“What? Are you mad I am not ruining your reputation?”

“No!” Raphael ran his fingers through his hair. “Of course not, I- I just didn’t expect it.”

“So you think because I am a what? A lowerclass sexworker? I am unable to use a search engine and educate myself? Or keep up a conversation?” He stared at Raphael, his anger vanishing as fast as it had been ignited, leaving his voice cool and neutral when he continued. “You think I am no match for you.”

Raphael held his initial answer because there may be a grain of truth in Haarlep’s words. Still he couldn’t help but go on with the interrogation. “What’s with the modeling? Is that true?”

“Actually it is. Granted, it was a one time thing. Astarion got me the gig, he dropped out of his law career and became a model, long story. Anyways. The fashion industry was not my thing - cold and cruel - but it’s true, I walked for Armani. Astarion also got me the clothes I'm wearing by the way.” Haarlep did a little spin.

“They do look good,” Raphael had to admit. “Not what you’d usually wear to a dinner, but I guess for you it works.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“What is the problem then?” Haarlep stepped a bit closer, placing his hands on Raphael’s hips.

The problem was that everyone now was convinced they were a couple. The problem was that his father’s torturous plan had worked a little too well. The problem was that Raphael would have rather Haarlep give him reason to be mad at him, before -

“I guess I just don’t like surprises. I like things to be predictable.”

“I know.” Haarlep softly lifted Raphael’s chin up with his finger.

“Predictable.” He closed the gap between them.

“In control.” He pressed his body against Raphael’s, caging him between himself and the wall.

“Boring.” He tilted his head. “That’s why you chose me .”

The next words he whispered against Raphael’s ear whose heart had started thrumming in his chest. “You would never want someone to take your responsibilities away, to just make you do the things you cannot allow yourself.” His lips brushed against Raphael’s and he couldn’t help but close his eyes, waiting for a kiss, but Haarlep evaded him. “You should go before they miss you.”

A feeling of humiliation washed over Raphael. He pushed himself off the wall and collected himself. “What about you?”

“I’ll follow in a minute. Unlike you, I actually have to pee.”

Nobody had noticed his longer absence or at least nobody mentioned it. The rest of the evening went smoothly. Raphael indulged in the wine a bit more than he usually would. Everyone at the table had fallen prey to Haarlep’s charms by the time caviar was served.

Raphael suddenly felt Haarlep lean closer, whispering in his ear. “I have never had caviar.”

More compliant than before the bathroom encounter, Raphael decided to help him out. Not having had caviar before should be forgivable if anyone noticed.

“To try the first bite I would normally spoon it on my hand between my thumb and index finger, like this.” Raphael did as he said. “That way you can fully appreciate its simplicity and nuances in the flavor.”

“And then you eat it off your hand?”

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

Before he knew it, Haarlep had bent over and licked the caviar off his hand. The move was so sudden, that Raphael failed to react. He just felt and saw the tips of Haarlep’s tongue glide over his skin as if in slow motion. The next instant the punk sat next to him as if nothing happened, except for the shit eating grin on his face.

But to his horror Haarlep’s bold move had a more profound effect. Before he could help it, a light blush appeared on his face and Raphael shifted in his seat.

Luckily, his father was wrapped up in a conversation, looking the other way and the expressions of the other guests in their direct proximity didn’t appear disgusted by Haarlep’s move. Actually, Raphael spotted barely concealed envy. That didn’t help his situation under the table. He leaned slightly to his right.

“You will regret this,” he muttered in Haarlep’s direction.

“I don’t think so,” it came back. “I am so close to getting the Styg.ia Corp. CEO to sign whatever you want tomorrow. I deserve a little fun.” He flashed a smile across the table at said woman and added in a whisper: “And don’t forget about our deal.”

“It was a delight to get to know you,” the woman turned from Haarlep to Raphael. “You’re a lucky man.”

“Yes ... thank you, Judith.”

“Oh, he is . The two of you make a gorgeous couple. I can’t wait to see you more often from now on.”

“That’s very kind of you, father, but it’s late, we have to go now. Good night.”

Raphael towed Haarlep away from the others until they were out of sight on the other end of the parking lot. It was nowhere near where his car stood, but he didn’t care.

“God! Finally!” He sat down on one of the stone pillars that closed off the parking lot from the street below. He ran his hand through his hair and loosened his tie. The night was cool, but for the last two hours he had felt like he was suffocating.

“I guess now I’ve met your family”, Haarlep mused. He was standing under a lamp post and the warm light accentuated his features in a very pleasant way.

“Just my dad.”

“Strained relationship, I get it. Do you have a mother?”

“Dead. Died at my birth.”

“Sorry.”

“How about your family?”

“I grew up in foster care until I started making my own money. Have been doing it since I was sixteen. First online, later in person.”

“You mean sex work.”

“Don’t feel sorry. It’s been my calling. I never regretted it.”

“Hm.”

“Hey,” Haarlep looked up. “Do you hear this?”

Someone in the surrounding houses was practicing the viola with an open window.

“Chopin, waltz no.3 in a minor,” Raphael identified the song without effort.

Haarlep stepped closer to him and reached out a hand. “Come.”

Surprised Raphael took it and felt himself getting pulled on his feet against Haarlep’s chest.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” he answered, placing a hand on Raphael’s hip and taking his other.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“More often than it looks like. Stop thinking. Trust me.”

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the soft voice, maybe it was the whole evening but Raphael actually shut up and let himself be guided. Haarlep led him through the dance and for a moment Raphael wondered if he was caught in a strange dream.

The viola player was not very good and started a few times over, but it didn’t matter. A gust of wind caught their coats and blew the fallen leaves across the parking lot.

When the music ended, they both stopped as well. Raphael looked up.

I need to end this.

But he didn’t say a word nor did he walk away. He didn’t move at all, except for raising his chin.

Haarlep followed his invitation and kissed him.

Without thinking, Raphael rose on his toe tips to get closer to him, feeling Haarlep’s arms embracing him firmly. Raphael’s fingers gripped the back of Haarlep’s coat, digging into the fabric desperately the more the kiss deepend. One of them must have bitten the other’s lip, because Raphael could taste a coppery note on his tongue. Haarlep’s hand moved to the back of Raphael’s head, digging his fingers into his hair.

It started to rain when they parted. Raphael’s lip bled and he licked it, his pulse racing. His whole body felt like fire ran through his veins.

“We’re going to my place,” Haarlep decided.

Notes:

Credits for the prompt to the caviar scene belong to Octavia. Thank you for inspiring me!

Disclaimer: "It was my calling." is solely meant to hint at his incubus origin, especially in the context that I wrote that he started so young. I found it out of character that he'd have patiently waited till he turned 18. For any other character this is highly problematic, for Haarlep it is a mix of realism and incubus thing. Additionally I hc that they are getting therapy after this fic.

Chapter 7: Fulfilling a promise

Summary:

Smut. A whole chapter of it.

Notes:

CW: Anal play, sextoy, experimental sex position that should work imo especially with Haarlep involved, but I did not test it obviously

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Raphael didn’t know what he should feel when he entered the building. He was greeted by a narrow hallway with overflowing mailboxes and a distinct smell of mold. The steps under his feet were creaking when he followed Haarlep upstairs.

It was a small relief that the apartment they entered didn’t smell as bad, despite the empty pizza boxes that were lying around. It was only one room. The large bed took up most of the space. The second piece of furniture was a wardrobe with Haarlep typical clothing spilling out of it. Then there was a low table made out of wood pallets and a counter with two hot plates and a box of lucky charms, and a few shelves hung on the walls. That was it.

“Let me give you the tour,” Haarlep announced ironically and pointed into the room. “Kitchen, living room, bedroom.” He opened a narrow door to the right. “Bathroom.”

The so-called bathroom had no window and consisted solely of a toilet and a sink. The latter was covered in hair and make-up products.

Raphael found his voice. “You have no shower?”

“I shower at the gym. It’s actually quite convenient. Keeps me motivated to go there daily.”

Raphael said nothing, but Haarlep nudged him in the direction of the bed anyways. “Small as it is, it has everything I need and I got some very nice features. Priorities,” he added. “But that’s not what I brought you here for.”

The bed pressed into the back of his knees and Raphael sat down, only to have Haarlep climb on top of him and making him lay down. Maybe he felt Raphael’s nervousness and his racing thoughts, because Haarlep pressed a finger against Raphael’s lips. “You granted me one night to do with you what I wanted to do since the moment we met. And you want it, too. How long have you been thinking about it?”

“Since the piano.”

“Is that true?”

Raphael found it hard to focus, because Haarlep started to unbutton his vest.

“I don’t know. Maybe longer.”

Haarlep peeled him out of his shirt and undid his belt. His fingers only brushed over the fabric that covered his cock, but it was enough to set his blood on fire.

“Do you trust me?”

Yes.

Haarlep’s manicured finger traced Raphael’s lips. “Use your words. That’s the first thing I am going to teach you: use your voice. Don’t be ashamed.”

How smart he was, building him up all night to this very point and then giving him just the words that he needed.

“Yes.”

“Raise your arms.”

He did as told.

There was a small clicking sound, and a feeling of restraint around his wrists. Raphael’s eyes widened.

“They are attached to the bedposts - one of the special features I mentioned. Stay.”

He still sat on top of Raphael with his full weight, so there was not much he could have done anyways.

Haarlep fastened the handcuffs. He stayed leaning over him after closing them, running his fingers over Raphael’s palm and down his forearm.

A shiver ran through Raphael’s body.

“How are you feeling?” Haarlep’s voice was soft, he breathed the words over his skin as he kissed his way down his shoulder and over Raphael’s collar bones.

Raphael tested the restraints and felt a firm resistance. They were neither too tight, nor did they hurt. He was used to handcuffs - they had just never been around his own wrists.

“Good.”

He was still reluctant to admit it, but it was a bit easier in this unfamiliar environment. Again he noticed that Haarlep really did know what he was doing.

Now Haarlep leaned in as if to kiss Raphael, but when Raphael lifted his head to meet their lips, he pulled away and kissed his jaw instead. The shit eating grin that showed on his face when Raphael fell for his trap made him regret all his life choices. Especially the one to let Haarlep chain him to his bed. That he was already hard didn’t matter in the slightest.

Haarlep stood up and without losing eye contact slid out of his pants. Then he crawled back on top of him. His hands grabbed Raphael’s and pressed them down into the mattress. He gave him a scrutinizing look. “What are you thinking?”

“That you should really wipe the dust off your shelves.”

Haarlep groaned and rolled his eyes. “I should punish you for this, but I’ll let it slip. Once.”

He dragged his body over Raphael’s, letting him feel the silk of the shirt he was still wearing and the lean body underneath. He started to grind shamelessly against him.

“And what does your cock think?” Haarlep inquired, relentlessly rolling his hips.

“H- Fuck, Haarlep.”

“Thought so.”

With a satisfied smile and a sparkle in his eyes he turned around to sit up straight on him. Finally he pulled the shirt over his head. Seeing the strong, pale back that had caught his attention all evening unclothed, made Raphael’s throat dry. His eyes followed the strands of muscle on Haarlep’s back down to his firm ass that was placed so close to the point where Raphael desperately wanted it to be. Haarlep still wore his laced underwear.

It was only now that Raphael noticed that the large mirror next to the wardrobe was strategically placed. It also showed a part of Haarlep’s front and also Raphael’s own legs and the strained black briefs he was wearing.

Haarlep’s shirt flew across the room and landed on a pile of wrinkly clothes, then they started pulling Raphael’s underwear down.

“Beautifully wet already”, he commented and rubbed his hand over the stain in front of his briefs, before he pulled them down Raphael’s legs.

This simple act of undressing was far more humiliating when Raphael’s hands were bound and he could do absolutely nothing himself, except letting it happen.

“You want to take me…” Haarlep sighed longingly. “How about I give you what you want, but in return, you take something for me as well.”

Raphael, who had expected to just get fucked and be done with it, realized his repeated mistake of underestimating his sugarbabe. “What do you mean?”

Haarlep looked back at him over their shoulder. “My dear, I have one night to make you beg me to do it again and I intend to make the most of it. There are so many more fun things to play with than just my cock.”

He massaged Raphael’s shaft and balls, slowly making his way down to his Perineum. Raphael’s breathing became heavier, which seemed to please Haarlep.

After a while Haarlep got up on his knees and before Raphael knew it, he had pulled his thong aside and sheathed himself on his cock down to his base.

“Shit!”

The sensation of being inside so suddenly was intense. Raphael struggled against his restraints, but the feeling of the handcuffs just made it worse. He started to fear that he wouldn’t last three minutes from now on. That would be most embarrassing. Getting tied up, fine. Liking it, teeth gritting fine. But being so aroused by it that he got off immediately would prove Haarlep how right he had been with everything he had said.

It took all of Raphael’s willpower to distract himself from the feeling of being at Haarlep’s mercy. He wondered if the punk was ever not lubed or prepared. But before he could think about nonsense like this any more, Haarlep moved his hips.

“Ha -”

But Haalep just stretched and slid his hand into a red box beside his bed, taking out some lube and a string of beads.

Raphael tensed at the sight, but his cock betrayed him and twitched. Haarlep probably felt it, but for once he decided not to tease him about it, but to put a generous amount of lube on his fingers. Then he lifted himself up a little more.

“Spread,” he ordered and Raphael obeyed without thinking, opening his legs and bending them as much as was possible whilst keeping Haarlep on himself. In return he received a slick, cool finger sliding in between his cheeks, circling his entrance, then pushing in just a little bit.

“You have received before, have you?” Haarlep asked as if the thought had only just occurred to him.

“I-”

There was a truth that Raphael disliked to admit, but he was already balls deep in this situation, quite literally, so it was of no use to withhold it.

“Only … when masturbating.”

Haarlep took the answer with a professional nod, but Raphael just knew they smiled where he couldn’t see it. Not only had Haarlep been right, Raphael had also admitted Haarlep was the first person who he let touch him like this.

The feeling of humiliation that washed over him with this confession mixed with pure pleasure when Haarlep started to open him up. He only worked one finger in before grabbing the toy.

Via the mirror Haarlep looked into his eyes. “I want you to take these beads, one by one. And you will not climax until they are all in.”

Hearing these words immediately made it more difficult to obey. And just now he noticed how cruel it was of Haarlep to sit on him. He must know that the double stimulation dared to break him in seconds. He wasn’t granted a break, so Raphael just took a breath before Haarlep guided the string of beads between his legs.

The first one touched his hole and just knowing what to expect, wrung a small pathetic whine out of him. The smallest bead went in almost without resistance, but Haarlep pulled it out again to repeat the process.

“Haarlep!”

He could see Haarlep grin in the mirror, but he said nothing and just inserted the second bead. God, how good it felt. To have someone do to him what he had fantasized over for so long. The third, larger bead pressed against his entrance and it only took a bit of pressure for it to go in as well. Raphael’s legs trembled.

“Look how well you are doing,” Haarlep said and made him look at the both of them in the mirror. “Your ass is eating them up as if you were made for this. Maybe you are …” He let his fingers trail over Raphael’s thigh.

Raphael huffed. He could feel the tension building in his loins, every micromovement Haarlep made on his cock felt amplified.

I can’t …

“How many are there?” he dared to ask.

“Hm? Six. Now stay,” Haarlep reminded him.

Raphael was unable to look in the mirror anymore when the fourth beard urged to be taken. He stared at the ceiling, trying to find a spot he could focus on. His hole got stretched, wider than before and the bead entered him suddenly, whilst he could feel all the others inside of him. With Haarlep’s tightness around his cock it was too much.

He struggled against the restraints, but was unable to hold back his release.

He just heard Haarlep sigh and the string got pulled out of him one by one.

Raphael whined.

Haarlep seated himself deeper to keep his softening cock inside.

“Looks like we have to start again,” Haarlep declared and with a bit of rising panic Raphael felt two of his fingers entering his sensitive hole. It didn’t take long for Haarlep to build him up, his cock hard and throbbing again, still inside of Haarlep who seemed entirely unbothered by it.

Haarlep inserted the first two beads again.

“God!”

“I’d rather hear my name.”

“Haarlep!”

It said much about Raphael’s state that he just obeyed without thinking. He was able to take the third and fourth bead before his hips jerked.

At least that elicited a small moan from Haarlep as well. “Behave! We’re not done.”

I know. Fuck, I know!

Haarlep pressed the fifth bead into him, more than he had taken before. Only thanks to his premature orgasm he was able to last this time.

“Almost there. Be a good boy and you will get what you want.”

Raphael just moaned helplessly in response.

The sixth bead took a little effort to make him take it. Though Raphael suspected it hadn’t been necessary to go two steps back and forth to get it done.

God, he felt … full. He could feel the beads moving inside him with every slight shift of Haarlep’s body. Raphael wanted to grab his hips and press him down on his cock until Haarlep helplessly climaxed as well. Alas, that was impossible in his position.

Haarlep’s slick fingers massaged around his balls and perineum, then Raphael heard him sigh. It sounded like giving in, which pleased Raphael immensely.

Finally Haarlep started grinding down on his cock, starting slow then going faster quickly, every move harder than the one before. He gritted his teeth.

Not again!

But the rapid movement and the string of beads in his ass made it insanely difficult to not cum in seconds again.

Raphael watched Haarlep tip his head back. A slight film of sweat covered his perfect skin. Restrained from doing anything else than thrusting upwards as much as he could, he noticed Haarlep reaching down between them and felt a tuck at the beads.

“Oh- Haarlep!”

As he was just a split second from his orgasm, Haarlep pulled the string out. Bead after bead slid out of him, making him cum harder than he ever had in his life. He felt himself shooting strings of cum into Harlep. Finally.

Haarlep moaned, their free hand stroked himself though the underwear he was still wearing for a few seconds. Then it got completely ruined by their own release.

For a while they both were fully occupied with breathing. Eventually Haarlep allowed Raphael to slide out, leaking cum everywhere.

“Fuck”, Haarlep admitted. “You’re a good toy.”

He turned around, crawling up to him and looking Raphael in the eyes.

“Don’t forget yourself,” Raphael reminded him, not amused about the fact he got called a toy (and liking it). “I am still the one paying.”

A shadow seemed to rush over Haarlep’s face, but before Raphael was sure he saw it, Haarlep smiled again and opened the restraints.

Raphael sat up and rubbed his wrists.

“We should clean up.” Haarlep traced the white spots in the trail of dark hair that covered his belly.

“And you don’t have a shower,” Raphael added. “Hand me some wipes and go to the bathroom, then I’ll drive us home. You can stay over.”

Notes:

Don't worry, there's more. Raphael will bottom properly eventually :D

Chapter 8: Apple crisp frappuccino

Summary:

Raphael is happy, Haarlep is rightfully angry.
The conflict is solved in the Haarlep way.

Chapter Text

“Anything else?”

Raphael scanned the menu for the most extravagant beverage. “Err… an apple crisp frappuccino with caramel drizzle.” He almost made it without stuttering.

The bartender smiled at him whilst she prepared his order. A black coffee and - whatever this sugary monstrosity was.

“What is your name?”

“Raphael.”

“And the other one is for ..?”

“My daughter … Hayley.”

“Alright. Here you go!”

Raphael received the two very unlike cups and stepped outside the coffeeshop. The air had become crisp and a cold wind blew brown leaves and newspapers across the street. Raphael was glad that he had parked just a few steps away. He turned on the radio and drove the five minutes home, then carried his briefcase and the cups upstairs.

His bed was still occupied. Haarlep laid on his belly, stretched out like a starfish and only moved when Raphael opened the curtains.

“Why are you not at work?”

“I already have been at work. And I got you - well, to call it coffee would be an insult to the beans.”

Haarlep’s eyes opened and he got up into a sitting position. He eyed the beverage and tasted it.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Raphael took off his shoes and seated himself next to Haarlep, taking a sip of his own coffee.

For a moment they both just watched the gray clouds drifting over the pine tree covered hills outside.

“I thought you’d throw me out first thing in the morning and instead you’re bringing me coffee. What is this about?”

“It’s 1pm.”

“As I say, morning.”

Raphael sighed, taking another sip of his coffee. “I have been thinking.”

Haarlep listened attentively.

“You can stay here, if you want. There’s room enough, you can even have your own apartment.” When Haarlep didn’t answer, he added. “It has a shower.”

“You are serious?”

“I am.”

“Damn, and I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

Against his will Raphael snorted at the remark. “I am pretty sure, there’ll be enough time to change that, if you want.”

Haarlep sat down the cup, narrowing his eyes. “Are you sure you are okay?”

Raphael finished his coffee. “The Styg.ia CEO actually came around this morning.”

Haarlep nodded. “Ah, so that’s where this is coming from. You noticed that I am useful in other ways than sex and now you want to tie me down.” Was it supposed to sound so bitter?

“Wasn’t that exactly what you wanted? For me to keep you around, pamper and sugar you?”

Haarlep got up on his knees, the blanket sliding off his naked body. “I wanted you .”

“You don’t have to pretend. You want my status, my money and maybe my cock.”

Haarlep slid off the bed in a smooth cat-like movement. With his full height and a dark spark in his eyes he stood in front of Raphael.

“Undress.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Undress.”

Raphael couldn’t help but shoot a look down and it felt like he noticed the full size of Haarlep’s cock. He had a choice here, but his body had already made it the moment Haarlep stood up.

Without a word he began to shed his coat and jacket.

“Good.”

He had just started to open the buttons of his shirt, when Haarlep grabbed his hands and lunged at him, pushing him back on the bed. Raphael’s back hit the headboard, but he barely felt it, because Haarlep pressed his mouth against his. Raphael responded to the kiss equally rough and desperate, whilst Haarlep ripped the shirt off his chest, scratching his skin with his nails in the process.

Raphael didn’t spend one thought on the ruined clothing, he was busy gasping against Haarlep’s ear, who bit his neck with much more force than he had ever dared to before. But the only reaction he got was that Raphael’s hips bucked against him.

His teeth graced his Adam's apple and Raphael tipped his head back to give him more access. One of Haarlep’s hands shot up and caught his jaw with an iron grip, forcing him to look at him.

“You’re going to wear bruises all week. Say a word and I stop it right now.”

“No … no, don’t.”

The nails dug into his skin. “No, what?”

“Don’t stop.”

He hesitated for one more second.

“I can do home office.”

A snort, then Haarlep forced his head back down and bit and sucked his skin again, this time making sure it would leave a mark, then repeating the process. He grabbed both of Raphael’s hands with one of his and held them down above his head, causing Raphael to involuntarily arch his back. It earned him the flick of two pierced tongue tips against his nipple, followed by his teeth closing around it, the other one got twisted by his free hand. A few seconds later Haarlep left them, sitting up and laughing roughly. “Moaning already? I have barely started.”

What his voice and his tone did to him was borderline ridiculous and Haarlep made full use of the fact. He leaned over his face again, teasing him with his tongue and pretend-kisses, then, suddenly he pressed a knee between Raphael’s legs.

“Ah-”

“How pathetic you are in the end. All your great words and your status and your precious money . Underneath all of that you are just a man.” Haarlep’s thigh grinded against Raphael’s crotch mercilessly, then suddenly retreated, replaced by his hands, that undid his belt and pulled down his pants in seconds. Then he cupped and squeezed his cock and balls through the thin fabric of his briefs.

“God, you are so pretty when you squirm.” He rubbed his thumb over the wet spot that had formed at the tip once more, then climbed on top of him. “But you’re not getting it so easily. Suck me.”

Suddenly there was the tip of his cock in front of Raphael’s mouth, the tip with a glistening drop of precum pressing against his lips. He opened his mouth and let him in. For a brief moment he saw Haarlep biting his lip, before his hips moved against Raphael and one of his hands dug in his hair, holding it, whilst fucking his head. Tears built up in the corners of Raphael’s eyes and when he started to choke, Haarlep stopped, pulling his cock out, leaving a wet trail of spit and precum on his chin. “You still want this?”

“I am not made of glass.” He coughed through the words, but he meant it. If Haarlep stopped now, he would probably never allow him to go there again. And he wanted it, all of it. More even. It felt like a part of him had waited just for the one person who could make him break.

When Haarlep still hesitated, Raphael pulled him back down on him, into another kiss, another bite, another time for cinnamon and copper to mix in his mouth. Haarlep’s lips were red when he broke the kiss, pushing Raphael’s briefs down to his knees.

He licked his fingers and slid his hand between Raphael’s legs which he was unable to spread more than a few inches. He barely teased him, before he used the angle to turn him around. Raphael’s face pressed into the mattress, so he had no idea what Haarlep was doing until two fingers at once got pushed into him.

“Oh - f-”

Haarlep fucked him hard and fast, his fingers angled that way he brushed against Raphael’s prostate every time. He added a third finger until Raphael felt like his cock was dripping and leaking a pool of precum underneath him. He felt Haarlep’s body close against him, his voice in his ear and his fingers still in him, when he repeated “Nothing more than a man.” Then he added, “I want this man and you want me to take you.”

Raphael nodded. His body was tight like a bow string, every fiber of his body ached for Haarlep to go on. But instead Haarlep let his fingers slide out of him slowly.

“I could just leave you there, already a mess before I even got my cock in you.”

“No”, panic clawed into Raphael. “Don’t- Please.” A part of him knew what Haarlep wanted to hear from him and just hoped it would be enough. “Please fuck me!”

He felt his pants getting pulled down further. “Up on your knees.”

He obeyed and Haarlep knelt behind him and his tip met his entrance. Raphael quivered. Haarlep let him wait one, two heartbeats more, then he took him, finally. Raphael felt every inch of him claiming him and when he was all in, Haarlep bent down and bit his shoulder.

“Oh that was a sweet sound. I should do that again - oh fuck, you are tight.”

Raphael guessed that Haarlep didn’t have the easiest time to keep his control when he started fucking him, because his rhythm was off and he went hard and fast right from the start. A hand grabbed Raphael’s neck and pushed his upper body down on the mattress again, nails scratched his back.

“You need more?”

Give me more, give me everything. Make it hurt.

Haarlep seemed to understand him without words. He grabbed one of Raphael’s arms and pulled it up on his back until his shoulder hurt and he had to bend down even more, arch his back even more. He felt blissfully relieved of himself, no more thoughts, no more Raphael, just a hole to be taken.

“I could keep you like this. I can just keep going until you are entirely sore. You’re mine now.”

“I know.”

His cock was hard and dripping, untouched and Raphael knew it was true. Like this he really was at Haarlep’s mercy. Haarlep who thrust into him, deep and hard with no sign of granting it any time soon. Instead he raked his nails across his side again. Raphael bit his own lip, but the cry made its way out anyways. A hand hit his ass with a satisfying smack.

“You want me to cum in you?”

Yes, please! ” Never had he wanted anything more in his life.

“Will you cum when I fill you up?”

He hoped so, because his cock was still bare of any friction. Haarlep sped up. Raphael hadn’t thought it could get more intense, but it did. He whined helplessly and didn’t even care. He was beyond caring about anything except for the feeling of the cock pounding into him, twitching, not stopping the thrusts when Haarlep came, knowing more than feeling that he finally, finally got filled by him. And just like Haarlep guessed, it made him come as well, uncontrolled and messy, Haarlep holding him up and fucking him through the aftershocks until they were both spent entirely.

When Haarlep let go of him, Raphael fell on his side and almost immediately he felt a bite on his shoulder again, softer this time. More to reinforce the claim than with the intention to hurt.

“Haarlep …”

Arms around his sweaty waist.

“Haarlep.”

“Do you believe me now?”

“I - … yes. But will you let me go to clean up?”

The arms retreated reluctantly.

When Raphael came back from the bathroom. Haarlep sat upright. “Are … are we good?”

“Yes.”

A spark returned into his eyes.

“Will you let me do it again?”

“Yes.”

He sighed, grinned and reached for his molten frappuccino. He looked at it in confusion for a second. “Why does my cup say ‘Hayley’?”

“... You know these employees that never get your name right?”

Chapter 9: Secrets

Summary:

A Halloween party with a scare.

Notes:

Sorry for the late update. Irl stress got me :(

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Raphael had originally planned to urge Haarlep to hurry, but now that he had opened his bedroom door, he was perfectly fine with just standing and staring for a bit.

Haarlep was posing in front of the big mirror, already in the garment he wanted to wear for the halloween-themed cocktail party they were invited to. It could best be described as a dress, covered with black sequins. It spared out the back in a diamond shape and the v-neckline was cut as low as the belly button, held in place by delicate chains. The sides had slits up to the hip, when the remaining dress was long enough to touch his ankles. It shimmered and enhanced his perfect body shape with each twist and spin Haarlep did in front of the mirror.

The dress was the centerpiece of his look so he had gone for more subtle jewelry in black and silver. The way it contrasted with his punk hair and the tattoos made Raphael’s mouth dry and his pants tight.

Sadly, Haarlep noticed his presence quickly. “I am done, I just need the perfume and shoes.”

He turned around. “Damn, you look good. Just like the phantom of the opera, but even more handsome.”

Raphael smiled and showed him the mask.

Of course nobody would wear a full or even funny costume to a business party. Some cat ears or a mask was the peak of exuberance that was expected.

Raphael made a few steps towards Haarlep, reaching for his headpiece that made the whole outfit appear vaguely 20s themed. When he adjusted it, Haarlep closed his eyes and Raphael couldn’t resist but kiss him. For a moment they just stood there, melting into each other until Raphael’s smart watch vibrated and urged them to hurry.

When they found themselves in the backseat of the car, Haarlep smelled more intensely of cinnamon sugar than ever. Sweet and spicy.

“How long until we’re there?”

“Fifteen minutes more or less.”

“Perfect.” Haarlep reached over.

“Wha-” Raphael broke off immediately when Haarlep’s hand found his fly and opened it effortlessly.

“Haarlep,” he whispered sharply, not eager to have the driver overhear them.

Haarlep sat close enough so he could wrap an arm around Raphael’s shoulders and he was able to whisper in his ear as he freed his cock with skilled fingers and found it hard. “You don’t think you can hide this from me, do you? Oh dear, you’re already dripping.”

Raphael was unable to answer, because Haarlep started to stroke him at a slow pace and it took all his focus to not move and stay quiet. The pleasure built up quickly and Raphael was grateful for it, because the faster he was done the better. He tried to keep his breath under control but couldn’t help that it quickened.

God, just …. just a bit more.

But as he was about to reach his climax, Haarlep’s fingers tightened around his base. The noise of distress Raphael made was barely concealed.

“Fifteen minutes," you said. You will last exactly that long.” Haarlep purred in his ear.

“Haarlep, this is not -”

“No.”

“You can’t -”

“Yes.”

“I can’t -”

“You will.”

Fuck.

It has been a while since he had last regretted his involvement with Haarlep, but he did now and it tasted incredibly sweet. His main concern was to not sweat through his suit when Haarlep returned to stroking and teasing him very slowly, always stopping just when Raphael was about to tip over the edge. He bit back a whimper and he was pretty sure Haarlep could feel it vibrating through him. He tried to thrust into Haarlep’s hand to get more friction, but of course he evaded the attempt with ease. Soon he was trembling, biting his lips and twitching, when Haarlep’s thumb flicked over his overly sensitive tip.

“We’re reaching the parking lot.”

Haarlep reacted by tightening his grip and speeding up.

“Oh - Don’t - Don’t ruin my suit.”

“What do you think of me, old man?” The moment Raphael was finally allowed to come, Haarlep bent down in a smooth motion and caught all of his spend in his mouth with practiced ease. Raphael was still in the aftershocks, when he was already tucked away again and Haarlep was close to his face.

“Kiss me.”

He made him taste his own cum until Raphael breathlessly pulled away from him. “Fuck - I lo-”

He got interrupted by the car coming to a halt, Haarlep fixing a loose strand of his hair. Then Raphael put on his mask and opened the door on his side.

Cania Inc.’s Halloween party was an event that always attracted at least some press attention, so Raphael found himself in the flashing lights of cameras the moment he exited the car and helped Haarlep out.

Once Haarlep straightened to his full height, showing the garment he wore, the present paparazzi went crazy. The flashes made the sequins sparkle and Haarlep obviously was feeling himself. The press had turned out to love him, going all in on the blown up ex-model story and his extravagant, androgynous style. To Raphael's relief they also looked kindly on their relationship, including the age gap and the obvious differences between them - for now.

Raphael hoped they would never find out he actually sugared Haarlep.

In the entry hall he met a few of the other guests, some already knew Haarlep from the dinner and stole his attention in the elevator all the way up to the 16th floor. Up there was a rooftop bar overlooking the city, equipped with patio heaters so the lightly dressed guests wouldn’t freeze to death in the cold October evening. Everything was ridiculously decorated with spiderwebs and plastic bats and Raphael feared he would never get the image of Miss Ora with mouse ears out of his mind again.

At the buffet he lost Haarlep during a conversation about which of the little olive spiders and sausage fingers were vegan and when he finally got his hands on an espresso martini he was pulled into another discussion. Raphael tried to look around, but he couldn’t even see his father anywhere, which on one side was good, but on the other quite concerning. He agreed on something that had to do with horse race bets and turned around to look for Haarlep. A growing feeling of uneasiness coiled in his stomach.

Haarlep had a good time at the party. He got his hands on one or two colorful drinks, bathed in compliments and switched from group to group like a butterfly tasting diferent flowers. He tried to keep an eye on Raphael, but he knew he had to disappear for a moment eventually.

Get it over with.

Haarlep didn’t have to wait long until a strong arm pulled him through one of the glass doors into the dark building.

“What do you think you are doing?” A dark voice growled into his ear.

“Can you for once stop acting like a disney villain?” Haarlep freed his arm and turned around.

The person who had grabbed him was barely visible in the dark.

“I would watch my mouth, if I were you,” the man answered.

“You know me”, Haarlep countered, a lot more casual than he felt. “I never watch my mouth. That is why you need me.”

“If I still have need for you is to be determined. Come.” Haarlep felt a hand in his neck, pushing him towards an empty office. The dim light revealed the tall stature and the striking face of Mephisto of Cania.

Haarlep received another push and stumbled against the meeting table in the middle.

“What even is your problem?” he tried to defend himself. “I am doing everything you want.”

Mephisto came far too close for a second. “Are you sure about that?” He backed off and opened something on his phone.

Haarlep leaned forward to look at it. It was the news reporting very positively about himself and Raphael, calling them a “dream couple - the proof that love can come in all shapes and sizes”.

“You’re not supposed to play house with him.”

“But that was your idea, to make us pose as a couple at your stupid dinner!”

The blow came out of nowhere, hitting Haarlep right in the face, making him fall over the table.

“Shit, no! I need my face! You need my face!”

“Don’t be so sure about that. You were nobody when I plucked you from the streets. I made you what you are - but in no means it makes you irreplaceable.”

Haarlep spat out a bit of saliva mixed with blood from where his teeth had collided with his cheek.

“But I am doing what you want me to do. I seduced your son.”

His mouth tasted bitter, when he remembered seeing his target for the first time. He had told Raphael he had an appointment in the building - it hadn’t been a lie.

“He came around very quickly - Well, not only around .” Haarlep tried to grin around the pain in his face, struggling to keep up his usual demeanor. He knew Mephisto loved to hear embarrassing details about his son’s life. “And I made him my sugar daddy. Then you came around with the dinner invitation and Raphael panicked because apparently you wanted us to act like a couple.”

“One step back, boy. I fail to see how you managed to fulfill your main objective. Distraction.

“I already told you at the dinner.” He had, just after Raphael had left the toilet, pressed against a wall, his arm in a painful twist. “He is not so easily distracted. He didn’t even let me stay over. I handed you all the information I could get my hands on.”

“And this is why I set up the dinner. Either you would fuck up and have him fall from grace or at least it would bring you two closer. Didn’t it?”

Mephisto grabbed Haarlep’s jaw and made him look up. Haarlep’s voice was rough when he responded, thinking back to the moment under the street lights. “It did.” He cleared his throat. “And the next day he didn’t come into the office. He neglected his work ever since!”

“This is not enough little harlot,” Mephisto threatened. “He needs to fall. Deep. I trusted you to give me his most valuable secrets. His plans, his deals, what he does in bed, everything.”

“I told you already and the rest I will get you, I promise!”

“No.”

“What-?”

“Apparently you are useless. A useless little whore who is only good for one thing.”

Genuine fear clawed in Haarlep’s chest now. He tried to stumble backwards, but the table stopped him. Mephisto was on him in a split second, trapping him with his body.

“Hm.” Mephisto backed up a bit, then looked at Haarlep as if he seized him. “You are right, I need your face.” He reached out and hit Haarlep again, who was too surprised to react. The force of the blow sent him over the table again, once he fell down on the other side a kick hit his ribs.

Pain exploded in his chest and when he looked up at Mephisto’s face, he suddenly was certain the man would kill him.

“Listen closely, because this is your last chance.”

Haarlep tried to nod, but he trembled too much. Blood filled his mouth and one of his teeth felt dangerously loose.

“As we speak one of my agents is distracting your sweetheart. You will return to the party and make a scene. Make everyone believe he hit you because he found out you are a sexworker - that should easily be backed up. Tell them he raped you, I don’t care.” Haarlep got pulled up by his collar. “Just make sure his reputation is ruined by the end of the night.”

Haarlep struggled against the grip, trying to picture himself in the ruined dress, accusing Raphael of all the things his father had done to him. Picturing the look on his face when he saw Haarlep was injured: confusion? Anger? Shock? Turning to disbelief and contempt when he started to accuse him. “You’re going to kill me anyways. Once Raphael is done.”

“The way you say his name. Can it be that you have developed an affectionfor my son?”

“No!” Haarlep rose his arms in front of his face, fearing another attack. “I just - How would you back that up? There will be a court trial!”

“Don’t worry. I have taken care of that. Video manipulation in combination with the best lawyers is a powerful thing. Now, your last chance. Ruin my son and you get to live. Prove your worth.”

Tears filled Haarlep’s eyes.

“It should be easy if you didn’t lie to me. Your life - or his.” Mephisto pushed him down on the table again. “I am waiting.”

“I -”

Why was all he could think of the feeling of Raphael’s lips on his, standing in front of the mirror in his house like he had always belonged there? Like he, who had been lost and discarded all his life had found a place he belonged?

He had felt it before, when Raphael came to him at the party. Maybe he had felt it as early as the moment he scolded Haarlep about smoking behind the bar, only to kiss him desperately one moment after: The sense of belonging.

“No, I won’t.”

With courage born from despair he continued, trying to push Mephisto off himself.

“If you want to know it, I have never truly worked for you since I met him. I never even tried to spy out Raphael’s secrets. All I did was feeding you lies under some shallow truths.”

“You -”

Haarlep saw murder flash in Mephisto's eyes.

Notes:

Thank you Wulf for inspiring the whole fic but especially the car szene with your art.

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